Fuzzy evening light
Illuminates new catkins
In a final glow
Fuzzy evening light
Illuminates new catkins
In a final glow
Open up my eyes
Today and only today
Once I have been here
Roaming no man’s land
Dribs and drabs and cut off scraps
Enclosed in our homes
Flat iron needles
Fold me into sharp creases
I see white fields
Between evening fog
And deserted railway lines
Next year’s trees spring up
Wandering again
On another adventure
Into the sunset
Low smoky clouds lie
Fine lines on the horizon
Fade into the night
Sundered in two halves
Divided and torn apart
Ripped into pieces
The howling wind blows
Biting, bitter and burning
To my very bones
A windswept tundra
An opening in the sky
A fresh perspective